CH 107

"Hee hee ...... Hee hee ...... Hee hee ......"

The childlike laughter continued as the players fell silent, and for a moment the whole studio was silent, making the laughter particularly harsh.

"Hee hee ...... you ...... all ...... you ...... all ...... "

The voice on the phone grew colder and colder, the childlike innocence of it fading, replaced by a malice that seemed to grow in the crevices of the gloom.

Xiao Lan's eyes fall on the phone, what the hell is this on the phone, smiling all the time and constantly creating mental pressure on the player.

Shouldn't children be taught what it means to be polite?

Luo took the first step before Xiao Lan did.

He was seen walking unhurriedly to his place at the front desk, surveying the telephone where the sound of laughter continued to come from, then reaching down to take the wilted flowers from the decorative vase next to him and throw them away.

Luo shakes the vase in his hand and there is a "clattering" sound from the vase, apparently with some water left in it.

In the next instant, he drizzled all the remaining water from the bottle directly onto the phone.

The crisp, clean style of play struck Xiao Lan as familiar - who was it?

Mu Yang and Hu Zhai, who had watched Xiao Lan dismantle the printer with their bare hands, took a quiet glance in Xiao Lan's direction.

"Heehee ...... Heehee ......"

"Hip ...... zi zi ...... hip ...... zi ...... "

"Zip ...... Zip ......"

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The laughter on the phone continued, but more and more murmurs appeared inside, and slowly the laughter became inaudible, and eventually the whole call fell silent.

After a while there was no sign of the phone ringing again, so it should have gone completely off the hook.

Hu Zhai rubbed his fat face, "It seems that ghost callers also need the phone to remain intact, so Fei Luo's move is called a kettle of fire, right?"

Luo's tone was muted: "It's too noisy."

Hu Zhai, with fond hopes, tentatively asked, "Are we ...... getting past this?"

Mu Yang said coldly, "Come to your senses."

Considering the urbane nature of the Advent world, how could the players be spared so easily.

Hu Zhai sighed, "Also ......"

As if to confirm Mu Yang's words, there is an unusual movement in one of the open offices.

At the moment, the players are gathered in the confines of the hall, the offices were empty, but it is clear from an open door that, just now, all the computers lit up at the same moment.

The screen that lit up started out as a jumble of colour blocks, looking as if the screen was broken.

Slowly the blocks of colour on the screen began to move, slowly forming the silhouette of a person, as if a group of people were standing in the same position. And as the blocks of colour changed, the figures became clearer, little by little.

The figures became clearer and clearer, their greenish-white skin and the outline of their features could be vaguely seen, the most striking of which was the fact that their eyes were all round and open, not blinking once, all of them just straight ahead in the direction of the players.

This is clearly not the stance of coming to a friendly exchange.

At that moment Cheng Wenyi's voice rang out with the usual sense of condescension, " Mu Yang, stop them."

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The players who heard this were confused, Mu Yang, just a teenager, isn't it too difficult for him to stop so many ghosts and monsters all by himself, even if he goes up to pull the monitors, so many monitors is not an easy job, ah?

Are you guys a little too tough on child labour?

Before they could ask any more questions, Mu Yang had already raised his hand.

A burst of glowing lines emanated from his fingertips and intertwined in the void in front of him, forming a virtual keyboard on which Mu Yang's hand tapped with great speed.

Lines of translucent code formed in mid-air as he moved, then flew towards the weirdly lit screens in each office, quickly blending in and out of sight.

Then, the computer invaded by the unknown code began to lag, the speed of the colour blocks became disorderly and chaotic, and the outlines of the human figures, which were already half-formed, became more and more scattered as if they had lost their power of manipulation, gradually changing towards their original irregular appearance.

Xiao Lan couldn't help but exclaim, "That's impressive."

Cheng Wenyi looked calm: "This is Mu Yang's ability, his code can control electronics in the game and even create things that don't exist, it's a very promising skill."

"Indeed, it's awesome in a copy of a modern setting." Xiao Lan thought of a different aspect again, "But wouldn't dropping him into a desert, swamp, rainforest or something like that be half ruined?"

Cheng Wenyi stroked Xue Li's head: "Well ...... really still have too little experience, arrange for him to brush up a few more games afterwards."

Xue Li echoed his master, "Mee-oo~"

Mu Yang: "......"

He's just a keyboard king, don't set him up for this wilderness survival storyline!

At this moment, Mu Yang suddenly feels sorry for himself.

The figures on the computer screen faded away and the screen reverted to the state it was in when the players left the office, and the players were relieved to see this.

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The change happened in a flash.

Cheng Wenyi, who had been chatting casually with Xiao Lan, instantly looked aghast, his lazy eyes suddenly sharpening like a sharp sword being sheathed.

His figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

After a shimmering blue light, Cheng Wenyi appears a short distance away, leaping in mid-air before he hits the ground.

The violent movement sent the hem of his coat billowing up, blown by the wind around him in a flapping arc. A moment later, he landed with a graceful gesture, still holding Xue Li in one hand, looking quite at ease.

Cheng Wenyi's sharp, knife-like eyes looked around himself to make sure there was no threat before he chose to stand in a handsome pose again, his demeanour returning to a languid and condescending one.

Life and death are a matter of moments, while handsome - a matter of a lifetime.

Keeping yourself looking good is a lifelong struggle for Cheng Wenyi.

Seeing this, the crowd understood: Cain's attack had begun.

Seeing Cheng Wenyi's performance, Xiao Lan's suspicion that he was a senior player was finally confirmed.

Xiao Lan remembers the feeling of sweating when he was confronted by Cain's attack, which he was able to defuse with props, but not with the ease of Cheng Wenyi. He was even still holding the cat, so it was clear that such a dodge was not a problem for him.

This keen perception of danger, and the way the opponent defused the crisis with ease, was a direct indication of just how strong this man was - a high-level player, possibly even an elite among them.

Realising that Cain's attack had begun, the players' eyes turned to the other two players with seat number '2' - Hu Zhai and Hua Bei.

But at almost the same moment, the bodies of these two men collapsed with a bang.

Their faces were pale and their chests no longer rose and fell, just like two dead men.

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Mo Dan couldn't help but take a breath: "Is this - dead?"

Xiao Lan felt that something was wrong, the person killed by Cain would have disappeared completely and been forgotten by the players, but now he remembered clearly that the two people were called Hua Bei and Hu Zhai.

Their presence has not disappeared, nor has Xiao Lan's memory been tampered with.

The wind around them unknowingly ceased, as if to announce the end of the round of attacks.

A few moments later, as the players looked on, the corpse-like Hua Bei's eyes opened abruptly.

At first his movements were a little stiff, his complexion was a different shade of grey and there was a look of confusion in his eyes. Slowly his face regained its flush, then Hua Bei's chest began to rise and fall normally, and his movements became more fluid.

Hua Bei sat up in place, "Phew ...... almost, almost ......"

As he did so, a small straw figure that had been hanging around his neck fell off, and as if it had experienced an unseen attack, the little straw figure landed on the ground and turned directly into a puddle of powder.

Hua Bei looked at the powder of the little straw man with a little pity in his eyes, "This, this is so hard to make."

But he also understood that props, though rare, were worth it in exchange for a small life for him.

On the other side, the fallen Hu Zhai has also changed, and this change is considerably more frightening than Hua Bei's look.

Hu Zhai's round, chubby stomach began to squirm and grow larger, as if it were actually a balloon, and at times the outline of a hand pressing on it could be seen through her clothes.

Then Hu Zhai's limbs and head began to dry out, slowly shrinking like a punctured balloon.

Finally, all that was left of his entire body was an unusually large stomach.

The next second, this oddly large belly was ripped open from the inside like a piece of paper.

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Hu Zhai, who has changed into a beauty queen t-shirt, emerges from it, looking not much different from before, except that he seems a little more white and soft.

But not thin at all.

Hu Zhai put his own skin away and sighed to, "This Cain is really, really forcing out all of my crushing skills."

He met Hua Bei's slightly fleshy look, and both men understood how difficult the trip back from the dead had been.

They had a bad feeling when they heard Xiao Lan's account of his encounter, as neither of them were the type to have a good fighting instinct and it would be difficult to anticipate Cain's attack, so they each had their own means of saving their lives.

Hu Zhai and Hua Bei looked at Cheng Wenyi, who was still handsome and stylish, not far away, and suddenly felt blindsided.

There's a real gap between people who also want to get away in style and have time to look good.

--

Seeing that the time for Cain's attack had passed, the players gathered again to discuss the clues they had gained from each other.

Xiao Lan told them about how he had gone upstairs to find the boss and get the idol, and although he didn't describe the exact scene, he got a lot of "I suddenly feel sorry for the boss" looks.

Mu Yang and Hua Bei, who had previously split up to look for clues to Fu Shan's Spiritual Spring, were both unsuccessful.

Mu Yang said, "We didn't even see words similar to Fu Shan Spiritual Spring."

Hua Bei scratched his head, "Yes, yes, Fu Shan, what exactly does a spiritual spring mean?"

Xiao Lan speculated, "It can't be the toilet tap, can it?"

Mu Yang: "......"

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Hua Bei: "......"

But ...... is not really out of the question, according to the style of that brainy planner. The man's thinking is so bizarre that it's really hard to guess using normal logic.

It was getting close to the ominous 4:44, and of the keys to sealing Cain: the moonlight, the incantation, the Yin Yue idol and the Fu Shan spring, the incantation and the Yin Yue idol were already in place. It is now evening and the moonlight outside the window is bright enough that the moonflower is not a problem.

However, the Fu Shan Spiritual Spring is still missing, and not even a clue can be found.

This time the players split up again and went to each of the rooms they had previously searched to re-examine them for any key points that had been overlooked.

--

Xiao Lan and Luo are walking towards the office area.

Xiao Lan pondered, "Since Cain was born because of the design of the plan, what would it look like from his point of view?"

Luo: "Given his personality, maybe it's time to consider something he focuses on a lot or shows off."

"Xiao Lan's mind was instantly swept by the fantastical statements of "Sister Zhao", a man who is often followed by ....... If there is one thing this man is always interested in, it's probably Sister Xiao, the art director, apart from bragging about the fact that he's been hired by his boss.

"Let's go to the art office again." Xiao Lan said and turned to the office that looked the most normal.

By now, the ghosts of the art and planning had disappeared.

The two men resumed their search through the things left behind by the art.

The former art student would have been a very organised person who did things in an organised way, and different things were put in categories.

They searched through the project's clues and only found a planning file for the art used in the creation of the game's props. The Fu Shan fountain described above has become very magical, not only purifying everything, healing pain and even rejuvenating, but there is no mention of what inspired it.

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The design in the art computer follows this description, a silver bottle with a classical shape and complex structure, which looks very high class and just can't probably be produced in reality.

Undeterred, the two began to look through the other things again.

In a pile of things sorted into the rubbish category, Xiao Lan's eyes were drawn to a pink envelope.

The envelope was a little too ugly, with red roses and hearts on a bright pink background with gold effects, an aesthetic style that straight men think girls will like, and a rustic look that didn't fit in with the sophisticated and fresh office of the art department.

This smug style of packaging reminds him of that planner.

Xiao Lan reaches out and picks up the envelope, which still appears to be a love letter.

As soon as I opened it, I was directly confronted with the ugly, chic handwriting of the curator, a guy who thought he had the decency to use a brush, only for the brush to set off his handwriting in a way that challenged human comprehension even more.

[I like the dress you're wearing today, and I hope you'll continue tomorrow as well].

[Unfortunately, your heels are too high for my liking, so I'd better change them.

What's the point of being so tall?

The letterhead shows signs of having been clenched hard, so you can imagine how angry Fine Arts would have been after seeing this smug love letter. A guy who spends his days brainstorming that you're interested in him and thinks everything you do is for him is just infuriating.

Xiao Lan guessed that the mood of the art was probably - it's none of your business what I'm wearing!

Sympathising with the art, he went on to read.

[I'm very happy with your perfume today, it has stimulated me and I hope to continue next time [love]]

[The fragrance seems to purify all the sorrow and pain in the world]

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Below is a line of graceful writing that reads

[That bottle of perfume is from my boyfriend, go ahead and thank him!!!]

Sister Xiao, the art director at the time, was obviously very angry.

Xiao Lan's spirits were lifted at this point.

Although the words Fu Shan Spiritual Spring are not mentioned, the description "the fragrance that seems to purify all the sorrows and pains of the world" is similar to the description of Fu Shan Spiritual Spring in the previous planning file, and with the statement that it stimulates inspiration, it is almost certain that this is the source of inspiration for Fu Shan Spiritual Spring.

Xiao Lan's gaze goes in the direction of the window: "Perfume from the art boyfriend ......"

Wasn't it the same bottle they had seen before, custom made, with a possible birthday or anniversary engraved on it?!

His eyes swept over the entire window area, only to find unexpectedly that the perfume that had been placed in the small cabinet by the window had disappeared.

Xiao Lan's eyes go to Luo, who shakes his head to indicate that it is not him.

Could it have been taken by someone as a clue?

"Oh ...... finally found out." A lazy, condescending voice rang out as Cheng Wenyi leaned against the door, looking at Xiao Lan with full interest in his eyes.

Xue Li crouched at his feet, her big blue eyes shining brightly at Xiao Lan.

Cheng Wenyi raised his hand and gestured to the perfume in his hand, "How about a fight with me and this will be yours?"

Xiao Lan stared at him, "What is your purpose?"

This guy is from Reincarnation and is a senior player, most likely not of low status in Reincarnation.

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What is the purpose of such a person's frequent visits to test himself? Is it for Xiao Chengyan? But if he did a little research, he could easily see that Xiao Lan only knew a little about her father.

Cheng Wenyi tossed and caught the perfume in his hand casually, with the air of someone who did not care at all about the damage to the key prop: "My purpose is something you will not have the right to know until you have passed my test."

"Now, you win, the perfume is yours. If you lose or refuse, I'll just destroy it." Cheng Wenyi's smile didn't change in the slightest: "You may have the prop to get out of the playground, but does ...... anyone else have it too?"

Xiao Lan's expression is one of awe.

Seeing this, Cheng Wenyi added a new bargaining chip: "How about adding another piece of information? --I'm the only person in the world who knows exactly what happened to Xiao Chengyan."

"As long as you can win, I'll tell you."

"If you lose, you'll be killed."

The author has something to say.

Cheng Wenyi: I finally have a row today!

Mu Yang: It may only be temporary.

Cheng Wenyi: ...... essay plus one more.